Secret Mind ✓

Diary entry 12 - "You look a little...constipated."

"Table for two please." Drake asks the person at the front desk. Her name tag reads 'Gracie'.

She directs us to a table outside in a garden.

It is a candlelit dinner.

There are a few couples at tables outside engrossed in deep discussion.

"Anything to drink?" Gracie asks.

"I'll have a coke and she'll have a..." Drake turns to me for a response.

"Water please." I nod with a small smile, my arms crossed over my chest.

Gracie nods and walks away.

I turn to Drake with an expectant look on my face. "Why is this all so formal?"

He shrugs. "I just thought I'd like to take you out somewhere impressive."

"Why does it have to be impressive?" I push.

The apples of his cheeks turn a light pink. "Cause..."

I shrug and move onto another topic. "So...about the project..."

We begin discussing the planing and we played 20 questions as well.

When our food came, Drakes face turns into a shocked, concerned one.

"Woah. You okay? You look a little...constipated." I say shyly.

"Yeah. I just forgot..." He reaches under the table and his head pops up a second later. "This!" He holds up a video camera and opens the screen.

He pressed a button on the camera and a ping sound emitted from the device.

"This is blog number one on the amazing life of Evangeline Roman! Say hi Blossom!" He smiles pointing the camera at me.

I smile and run my fingers through my hair happily. "Hi!" I respond.

"Show everyone what you're wearing on this fine day." He smiles giddily.

Suddenly, I feel confidence burning inside me.

I stand up from my seat and spin around, the skirt of my dress flies around my legs as I spin.

I shyly sit down, a blush appearing on my cheeks. "Okay. Okay. What's next?" I ask puzzled.

"Ve' eat!" He says in a French accent placing the camera on the table making sure it faces us.

My meal consists of a green salad - one that I won't eat.

I play around with my food until Drake has finished his steak.

Another waitress comes and asks for dessert.

Drake orders butterscotch pudding but I pass.

As soon as we've finished eating Drake pays for the check.

"It's okay. I can pay for my half." I persist.

"Here you go. Thank you." He smiles giving the waitress the check and then she leave.

I scowl at him. "I could've payed, you know?" I say crossly, crossing my arms over my chest and pout.